These past few weeks, when I’ve not been dealing with nausea, I’ve had quite the bit of inner peace going. It has just occurred to me, though, that this inner peace could simply be a result of the rearrangement of my guts. I prefer the more spiritual explanation; I don’t know why — I just do.
One thing that has cheered me up is the great chunk of hits that I got for posting the “Death Bed” poem by Siegfried Sassoon. Evidently, I was by far not the only one to be curious about the lines that Judd Hirsch recited. I’d be glad to put up other attention-grabbing poems, but I have no idea what they’d be. My old T. S. Eliot book from college lies nested next to my left ankle, though, so just go ahead and dare me!
Potassium: I need to ingest a bit more. Bananas, orange juice, raisins… what else? Somebody out there ought to have a notion or two about nutrition. Speak up! 🙂
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